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Start: June 1st, 3pm EST
End: June 3rd, 11:59pm EST
Method: Flatsale, speed prompted
Price: 10K
Status: ACTIVE

Note: The deadline has been extended, because Jaeger and Slander won't be judging the entries until after the 3rd anyways. You may edit your entries in the meantime, if you feel it is necessary.

Prize(s):

(From left to right: Deep Woods, Wildtype, Mist, Ghost, Shadow)

What's a speed prompted flatsale? GOOD QUESTION.

Basically, you answer the prompt. We're giving you five hours to do so. When the time is up, we pick the winner for each egg. You send 10K, we cert the eggy up, and that's a wrap! How's that sound? ...what, you want more details? Well, okay. Here's how it goes:

Tell us, in 500 words or less, about your potential RP development of this egg. How will it be raised, what will it's personality be like, what task will it take on, what emo trauma will befall it... give us all the juicy details, and if we like your idea then you get the egg! Isn't that easy?

Please post using the following form text, in this thread.

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: (Deep Woods, Wildtype, Mist, Ghost, Shadow)
Prompt:
Word count:



Please note:
The deadline has been extended until midnight tonight - please feel free to edit your entry to your heart's content until that time. Please PM the mule with your entry if you have not been accepted to the guild, or if you want to keep some plot details a secret!

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Shadow
Prompt: FOR RANGER'S EYES ONLY
Word count: 89

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Ghost
Prompt: My concept for this sentinel would be of that of a minder raised egg, raised in this manner due to her parents being too elderly to take care of her themselves. She shows a fascination from when she gains awareness of the world around her, with the feathers of others and herself, collecting them in bundles, treating them as a plaything and seeking out brightly coloured ones. Even once she fledges, the fascination would not pass and she would seek out keepers of all sorts of unusual birds and request any salvageable moulted feathers to keep in her little stash (a hollow in a tree that she guards fervently, cleaning and maintaining her store of feathers meticulously) her initial task would be that of a artisan, working solely in jewellery created from feathers (with the other pieces hopefully supplied from other specialist crafters) and the dyes utilised on drab feathers procured from apocotheries. Her aim would be to one day become a featherstyler, working in feathers alone in applying them to others but for the most part this would seem like a distant dream for her. She would only eventually make the leap to featherstyling when, after a hunt goes awry, she has a narrow escape gets a large number of her primary wing feathers in one wing trapped under a heavy branch and has to pull them free to erratically get back up to the treetops and struggle back to her tree. Her territory is rather far away from anywhere where she could get help and food while she recovered, and her flight is hampered, so she uses what materials she has to imp a set of primaries from her feather collection into her damaged wing, and using her rather odd looking set of feathers, to fly to help. They hold up long enough to get her there, and thereafter she decides to be a featherstyler reguardless of the scarcity of the profession, using her skills to tune up the intricate flight feathers of hunters if they are damaged, supplement vanity feathers for performers and to provide feathers to crafters who need them. Instead of adopting a symbol of her craft, like bells or necklaces, every moult, she imps an entire new set of feathers alongside her own wing feathers in a plethora of colours, as many as she can gather, from all the types of sentinel she can and uses her own wings as the symbol of her task. Personality wise, she is polite, determined and a hard worker, seemingly somewhat shy, but deeply enthused about her true calling in life.
Word count: 400

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Mist
Prompt: Cloudfeather has wanted to be a bard for as long as she can remember....

If I get this egg, it will be a female, struggling desperately to become a bard despite shortcomings. While she will believe with every bit of herself that she has the heart and soul of an entertainer, the truth is that her talent doesn't quite match her beliefs. She will wander far and wide, searching for just the right tale to share with the others, or just the right bit of music to sing to them, and failure is only likely to push her harder. I expect her to be a fairly cheerful girl, optimistic about what she can eventually accomplish no matter what she's told... and when all is said and done, she just might be right, for the only way to succeed is to keep trying despite failures.

Cloudfeather will be a happy-go-lucky sort, determined to succeed in her craft but in all other ways fairly laid back. She'll adapt to what life throws at her with seeming ease, mostly because what she doesn't understand sails right over her head. She won't shy away from decisions, but she wouldn't give them as much logical deduction as perhaps she should, which should lead to some interesting predicaments in her travels. She will talk too much, and with unreserved candor. She would be a friendly sort, eager to find companions (and audiences). She won't be particularly graceful, or particularly musical, but she will try hard.
Word count: 249

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Mist (male)
Word count: 454
Prompt: Ever since he was born, the minders of the largest northern enclave couldn’t help but notice that something wasn’t quite right with that little mist. Abnormally quiet as a hatchling but owner of the most cunning eyes, he began to show an excessive interest for moving objects (and creatures) at a very early age. As his body grew, so did his eager, barely controllable drive. He will learn to fly a lot sooner than the other fledglings his age and as such will consider them all to be “little babies”, preferring the company of the older fledglings of the enclave.

I want him to be known as a bit of a bully, a fledgling that enjoy rough playing just a little too much. I see him as very physical, very in-your-face. The young Sentinel that gives a passing mus a sort of funny look, that seems to jump a little as a companion skitters past him and that uses all his will power not to chase after them. He will enjoy the sight of blood over his pure white feathers and will delay preening after a hunt until he is told off. His usually hidden aggressive nature will earn him a nasty scar over his left eye (two thin lines from an older fledgling’s talons). He will constantly try to measure up against everyone, adults included, easily giving in to bitterness at every loss but becoming a boisterous ball of bliss at every accomplished goal.

In the future, I want him to channel his fierceness to the hunter task that he will perform in the northern forest (some of the minders will find a proper teacher for him – maybe even bring him to another minders’ enclave to be taught by Highfog…). His intense gaze filled with cold intent won’t change but he will gain a quiet composure and a massive pride in becoming a contributing part of the combatant forces of Noctua. Even though he will refrain from eating companions in front of their owners, he will gladly eat a wayward critter that finds himself on his hunting grounds, no matter how brightly dyed the unfortunate companion is (he will be sensible enough not to bring it back with him to the redistribution platforms). He has been known, however, to ask the small animal’s function/task before making his decision of whether or not to eat it. (“I’m Leaf-Leaf’s friend” is not a smart answer…) He doesn’t judge Sentinels based on the color of their plumage but on how well they can hunt/fend for themselves. I see him as easily bored by social interactions and he will need to find a mate (of any type) who is as intense as him. As for names: Snowpeak…

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Deep Woods
Prompt: I would love to tell you all about what a wonder this little female Sentinel would be. I would love to tell you of how she thrived under the tutelage of once-hunters and medic-teachers. How her robust childhood bred in her a love of Noctua any parent would be proud of, and how her own loving family was just that. How her elder brother early chose his task, leading her to find her own through subtle hinting and whispered stories of glory found on the wing of the scout. From her youthful exposure to the bardic lore of the land, to an early fascination of herbs and nature that gatherers and apothecaries alike cherished, there is much indeed I would tell.
I would deign to tell you how she grew, svelte and light of wing. How as a fledgling she went her way through the forest, meeting many reputable folk of every employment imaginable. Should time permit, I would grace your ears and eyes with the fated tale of her true love once found, though separated by space and chosen tasks. I would delve headlong into their tale of warmth, wickedness, woe, and wist.
I long to tell of how her choices wove for her a tapestry of a life’s tale, rife with joy and sorrow, sweet pleasures and uplifting defeats. I yearn to wind such a tale, to grace Noctua with the legend of Snaptwig, the altruistic medic, who flew through wind, sleet, snow, and hale to do her duty for the clan.

*Unfortunately, I cannot tell you this story. You see, Snaptwig as a hatchling sat on a twig, which, leading to her namesake, snapped. Unable to fly, she obviously fell. Receiving a blow to the head, she was summarily disorientated, and rendered unconscious. Hidden by the bush, her family was unable to find her. The following day, she was discovered by a renegade band of parus, a conglomeration of several flocks that had gotten lost from their keeper. They took in the little hatchling, stuffing her with seeds and grubs. When the keepers did find the runaway birds, they found Snap as well. Alas, her family, distraught with their loss, had left the area, wishing to forget their fallen female babe. Unable to support the hatchling, Snap was first passed to the minders, and then eventually to a troop of bards, who wanted a child without having to la one themselves. Mainly because they were an all-male group, two mated pairs, and thus incapable. Raised in such an unusual environ, she has grown up unusual, and continues this in her adulthood. She has inked over her chest dots to deny her gender. She refuses to ever take a mate. She refuses to do anything except act and sing all day. AND she refuses to eat anything except seeds and berries. Veggie-sentinel, all the way.
Word count: 477



*Alternate ending: Unfortunately, I cannot tell you this story. One day while her parents were out searching for food, a snake found the hollow hatchling-Snap was sleeping in, and ate her. A pity.

Alternate word count: 285

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Mist
Prompt:

The Myth: This egg holds a very serious Sentinel. Even as a hatchling he was always watching with narrowed eyes. Learning to talk opened up a whole new host of problems. This fledgling was very sharp, learned quickly, and understood everything. Then he would challenge it all. He had no problems debating teachers until their feathers fell out. Yes, he was THAT FLEDGLING.

The smartass.

The Male: He quickly came to understand that very few people could challenge his intellect. Talking to his peers and even his teachers often fell short of interesting. Once the discussion really got started and he could get heated and into it, everyone would back down or prove to be a total Mus-brain. He wholeheartedly believed that this complete lack of intelligence was an insult to all Sentinel-kind. So he took it upon himself to n** the problem in the bud. Therefore he shocked and appalled everyone on Graduation Day when he stood up and shouted, “Minder!”

The Legend: Do not fear for your tiny hatchlings just yet. After a season or two, some of his fellow minders came to him to speak about his choice in professions. Luckily, they were a crafty bunch and knew just how to manipulate him. They said that they believed that his teachings were being wasted on students so young. He thought about it, his eyes narrowed in his usual glare. He then agreed, for the first time in his life without a fight. He would instead become a teacher. “These minds are too small to hold the information I must impart onto them. I must go to older students, worthy students, seekers of knowledge!”

So he moved his current charges to another minder (unknowingly fulfilling the tiny Sentinels’ wildest dreams) and became a History teacher. He challenges his students with near-impossible work, waiting for that “worthy student” to come to his lectures and show himself. He could then take that student under his wing and show that fledgling how to run mental rings around the others, put that mind to good use, and make him proud. His prodigy...someday...

Word count: 350 words

I can has eggu plottings?
Trying for: Shadow
Prompt:

The future of this little egg? Initially she will be raised by her parents, who plan to devote themselves to creating the perfect home for their darling first chick – but oddly enough, more and more of the time as she grows she’ll somehow end up being handed off to hapless Minders to take care of while her parents are “busy.” Perhaps it has something to do with the way she has of staring at Sentinels for far longer than comfortable, unblinking and unspeaking. Or perhaps it is the way the taciturn little fledgling will suddenly come out with something weirdly cryptic at the most inopportune moment. Or maybe just the secretive little smile she gets when nobody else seems to be looking… She will become a Watcher by choice, preferring to keep to herself but also to observe, and those big eyes see just about everything. Most Sentinels will find her extremely uncomfortable to be around, and even her parents would prefer to forget she exists. But she loves riddles above all else and is often seen hanging near the back of a group listening to bards, humming softly to herself and smiling at a particularly clever wordplay. In fact, just about the only time she shows any sign of excitement is on the rare occasion when she is able to talk to one that she admires.

I have this idea of her eventually working together with some of the bards to create a sort of riddle hunt as a part of another festival, which I think would be a lot of fun to design and plot – but it is just an idea, and depends on whether or not that would work comfortably with everything else going on.

Word count: 288